My first night in Paris
I was swindled by a gypsy
right outside the station.

I bought a baguette, red wine, and cheese.
I drank too much
and ****** myself in the rain
under the trees.

I saw trash flowers
in the field this morning.
You never got me on a bike,
but now i ride everyday.
Just to pass by the flowers.
The drought broke this year.
It's September
and the leaves on the trees
and the sage on the plains
and the creek beds in the Sandias
are still green.
I want you to see all the beauty I see
when the sky is red and orange and purple and pink.
And the cottonwoods
when the sunlight slides through the clouds
illuminating the long grove of trees
through the center of town.
Yesterday I pulled over on the highway
to take a picture of the mesa
and the clouds above
colored by the setting sun,
but the camera does the sky a great disservice.

it’s raining and
i can feel the rain
the sun peaks through
i turn to face it
and i feel the rain

i’ve been looking for someone
have you seen him?
he looks a bit like me
perhaps a little less wear
we were on this path together
but we turned off the trail
for that he was there
but when i reached the clearing
he had gone
have you seen him?
tell him i miss him
i’ve been looking for someone.

I spend my summers in Amsterdam

Everyone rides bikes

The girls all wear short skirts

The wind blows and all the girls ride by with their ***** in the air

I sit outside the cafes and watch the bikes go by

You are to my eyes
What the stars in the sky
Whisper to their sisters
And to my ears
What the clouds
Rain down—
Zeus created lighting,
And sent you
To supply the boom  
Thunder stolen
That i may hear,
Not only see,
You